Yesterday, I went tubing on the Comal river in New Braunfels with Barb, Keef, Dan, Melanie, Fread, Peggy, Felipe, and Laney.  I’d never been on that river before, as we usually go to San Marcos for tubing so that was a bit of an adventure in and of itself.  This morning I woke up and my joints were sore as shit.  I’m pretty sure these two events are somehow related.

The Comal was a much more abusive ride than the San Marcos river because of their “tube chutes” designed to help propel you down the river even faster.  It’s quite easy to fly out of your tube at these sections of the river, lose your beer, hat, sandals, etc.  Anyway, after the second chute I fell out of my tube and was getting back in when part of our gang and their cooler clotheslined me from behind, knocked me on my ass, and dragged me with the floats for a few feet.

I don’t think I’ve shouted “MOTHER FUCKERS” that many times successively in my entire life.  Especially at my friends.  Jesus.  I guess it was probably pretty funny.

Anyway, once we got beyond the tube chutes, the ride was kosher.  I’d offer deeper insight except marathon drinking & hanging out in the sun has a way of making you not remember all the gory details. Regardless, it’s still how I prefer to spend hot weekend days.  Afterwards we went to Ruby’s for BBQ.